Alone at chilly old can A, waiting for animal swapping to load to no avail, trying to get started on some unintelligible readings. It's the time of the season, for exams.
The weekend was a rest before the long journey ahead. I slept at 10 plus everyday at home, pretending to clutch on to my readings then descending into reading harry potter... In its splendour, home feels like a chalet, a retreat. Where the weather is exactly what it should be like, rainy and cloudy, where the smells of home-cooked food waft through the air, where the bed is soft and the blanket is warm. It's like a moment in time you wish you can have forever.
Alright the animals just REFUSE to come out. That should be a clear divine sign that I should and must start studying. I'll see you again tonight, blog.
I went off @
5:17 AM
Monday, November 16, 2009